My Pretty Husband의 모든 챕터: 챕터 141 - 챕터 150

Several people have already arrived, taking their seats around the long conference table. Even though this entire building — every floor, every polished surface — belongs to my brother and me, I still feel out of place. The room feels too large, the high ceiling amplifying the low hum of the air conditioning, as if the cold air is designed to freeze my every movement. Meeting these executives always makes me nervous, but today their eyes feel sharper, weighing and measuring me in silence.Across the table, my gaze inevitably lands on Baekhoon. My eyes lock onto his chest. That lipstick mark. My lipstick mark — bright red — sits boldly on the ivory fabric of his shirt. Why doesn’t he clean it before walking into this room? Does he not notice… or does he want people to see? My chest tightens at the thought. What if someone notices?The meeting begins. Before we dive into the main topic, everyone takes turns introducing themselves. Dongju sits at the far end, while I’m positioned further

Baekhoon — sometimes this man makes me lose every shred of common sense I have. He finally pulls away, the kiss unraveling slowly until my eyes flutter open. I never realized a real kiss could feel this good. His lips were soft, deliberate, teasing mine in a way that leaves my heart a mess.His thumb brushes against my lower lip, feather-light, yet it sends a shiver straight to my chest. He doesn’t look away from my mouth — not once. Are my lips really that interesting to him? Or is it just me, shamelessly staring back at his? Those small, thin lips… damn, he’s good with them. I want to touch them again, but fear knots in my stomach. Where would I even start?“I love you, Yongju…” he murmured, his voice low enough to tangle with my thoughts. “If you want to know, my heart is filled with nothing but you.”I can’t move. Can’t speak. Then his hand is on my face again, pulling me back into another kiss. And I can’t stop him. God help me, I don’t want to stop him. When he finally lets me go

We pass a small cluster of employees by the copy room, their voices dropping to a near-silent hiss the moment they notice us.“They’re holding hands — look.”“Oh my god, is he… flaunting her?”“Unbelievable…”I keep my chin up, refusing to shrink beneath their scrutiny. If I falter now, they win. Don’t listen. Don’t react. But it’s hard when the air feels so thick with speculation, when every step toward his office feels like walking through a spotlight.I focus on the one thing that steadies me — the warm, steady pressure of Baekhoon’s hand. He doesn’t look away from the path ahead, but his grip doesn’t loosen for even a second. And somewhere in the icy hum of whispers, I realize something unsettling: Right now, I’m not sure if Baekhoon is shielding me from the world… or making sure the world sees exactly who I am.Click. Finally, we step into his office. I let out a slow breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding. Here… at least it feels safer. Outside the glass partition, Assistant Ch

“Baekhoon, I…” God, I don’t even know what to say. I’m not ready — but I want to be. What am I supposed to do?“What are you doubting? Yongju, have I not proven myself enough?” Baekhoon’s voice carries a worried edge. He’s staring straight into me, like he can see through every wall I’ve built, every locked door I’ve hidden behind.God… I want so badly to trust this man. Day by day, I feel myself slipping further, falling deeper, my heart swelling until it’s overflowing with him. I can’t turn away from him, but…“Baekhoon… what made you fall in love with me?” My voice comes out quiet, almost too soft. “Didn’t you love Shela? Isn’t it… too soon to fall for someone else?”His lips curve into a faint, tender smile. He reaches up and tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. Oh my God. I am not okay. Please, stop doing that.“Who exactly are you calling ‘someone else’?” he murmured, voice low enough to make my breath hitch. “Lee Yongju, you’re my wife. Am I not allowed to fall in love with my

And tell me — are we really going to sleep in the same room? The same room? The same room? With Byun Baekhoon? My heart — calm down! It’s pounding so hard it feels like it’s about to break free from my chest. This is not the kind of surprise I expected on my first day back in this house.“I… can’t I just stay in my own room?” I murmured, almost pleading.“Yes, your room is right here,” Baekhoon said, pointing toward his bedroom.“No, I mean… I could take another room instead. You can keep sleeping in yours like usual.”Baekhoon straightens his posture, turning fully to face me. He lets go of my suitcase and crosses his arms. “Yongju, in case you’ve forgotten — we’re married. That means I’m your husband and you’re my wife. Understand?” His voice leaves no room for negotiation, and before I can answer, he picks the suitcase back up and walks straight into his room.I’m left standing there, torn between protesting and giving in. In the end, I trail after him — but I stop at the doorway, n